Page 4 of Made for You

I just want to get this done so I can get back to my to do lists. Everyone else leaves tonight or tomorrow morning, and I’m back to being the only one trying to get stuff done around here. In the cold and snow. And now I have to go meet Margaret at Sweet Violets too.

Just one more fucking thing that falls on my shoulders.

Watching the sunrise from this spot is my favorite part of every day. In a way, winter is my favorite season. It’s quieter, calmer. Giving me a peace that I need to quiet my inner anxieties before the day starts.

The deck is the one thing I spent time on for myself last year. It was just a small set of steps leading to the door when I got the cabin. But I built on a large area to put out a table and chairs, and one of those outdoor sofas. Not that I ever have time to entertain, but I can relax with my coffee during the sunrise before my day starts.

I wrap my hands around the mug, embracing the warmth it gives off while I tuck myself further into my coat. The sliver oforange begins to rise above the horizon of the ocean. Taking a deep breath, I try to savor this simple moment before the craziness of my day.

Three hours later I’ve officially gotten all the headboards into the main inn, and the ones that weren’t installed over the weekend are now being stored in the office where all the other furniture is. I'm grateful to Emma for keeping my secret.

My hands are purple, they are so cold from carrying in the headboards without my gloves. One of my brothersborrowedmy gloves with grips so all I have are my knitted gloves and the headboard slips right out of my hand. We have a storm coming tomorrow and the temperature is dropping quickly. I rub my hands together and head off to the kitchen in search of my third cup of coffee for the day.

Since when do I keep track?

I smash the button on the coffee maker when my phone rings.

Wyatt.

“Hey, what do you need,” I answer brusquely.

“Oh someone is still touchy.”

“Busyis the right term. What do you need?” I repeat my question.

My coffee still isn’t brewing and now it’s blinking. I press more buttons, my impatience growing with the whole situation.

“I was just wondering if you wanted a hand tonight getting prepped for the storm. Hunter and I are going to stock Mom and Pops with wood and food so we’ll be there anyway.”

“Fucking Christ.” I smash one more button on my coffee maker. “You’ve got to be shitting me.”

“You could just say you’re all set.” Wyatt reacts defensively to my brash response.

“No, I mean yes, I mean… Jesus. It’s not you. My damn coffee maker is broken now. I will take the help but I have to go. See you around four?” I spit out trying to balance the coffee maker and my phone on my way out to the trash.

“Yeah, four.” He responds despondently.

“Great.” I hang up the phone abruptly and toss the offending coffee maker into the trash.

I’ll have to apologize for that later. He’s just trying to help like I asked them to do and I’m being the asshole they all expect.

Hopping back on the four wheeler, I rush to my truck. Getting downtown just skyrocketed to number one on my list. I need coffee from Emerald Roasters and I need to talk to Margaret next door. Two birds, one stone and all.

One spot is left on the street outside the bakery. I groan when I see Esther, the owner of Emerald Roasters through the window of the bakery.

Margaret and Esther are the two nosiest people in town. I was hoping to get my coffee, talk to Margaret and get out of here. They’re some of the few people who haven't taken to avoiding me. Unfortunately.

I head into the coffee shop first, ordering my coffee black with a shot of espresso before going over to the bakery for the inquisition that is bound to come.

Sucking in a breath that freezes my nostrils, I ready myself as the bell dings over the door garnering the attention of both ladies.

“Liam Keaton, how wonderful to see you.” Esther gushes at me as I walk in.

“Mornin’ ladies.” I nod my head. “Margaret, do you have a minute?”

“For a Keaton boy? I have many.” She and Esther laugh. “Come on back to my office. Esther, can you watch the shop?”

She nods and walks behind the counter to take over.

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